User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-25220117-20140722195816

Covered in black-red liquid from nosetip to paws, Trokkin giggled in anticipation of this moment, as finally, he pulled Fary's clothing and jewelry off his blood-dampened body, kissing it gleefully. "Ter me, me luvverlies! Hohoho! Smells like gold!"